The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. And now Ann Veronica’s evenings were also becoming very busy. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. “Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. She directed the orchestra to tune again. “Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her.
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